*(Chorus)*
G C C G
** Hang your head, Tom Dooley, Hang your head and cry;
D G C G
** You killed poor Laurie Foster, And you know you're bound to die.
G C C G
You left her by the roadside Where you begged to be excused;
D G C G
You left her by the roadside, Then you hid her clothes and shoes.
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G C C G
You took her on the hillside For to make her your wife;
D G C G
You took her on the hillside, And there you took her life.
G C C G
You dug the grave four feet long And you dug it three feet deep;
D G C G
You rolled the cold clay over her And tromped it with your feet.
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"Trouble, oh it's trouble A-rollin' through my breast;
D G C G
As long as I'm a-livin', boys, They ain't a-gonna let me rest.
G C C G
I know they're gonna hang me, Tomorrow I'll be dead,
D G C G
Though I never even harmed a hair On poor little Laurie's head."
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"In this world and one more Then reckon where I'll be;
D G C G
If is wasn't for Sheriff Grayson, I'd be in Tennesee.
G C C G
You can take down my old violin And play it all you please.
D G C G
For at this time tomorrow, boys, It'll be of no use to me."
*(Chorus)*
G C C G
"At this time to-morrow Where do you reckon I'll be?
D G C G
Away down yonder in the holler Hangin' on a white oak tree.
*(Chorus)*
(enjoy this Doc Watson version)
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